"What if this is too severe, the wound becomes inflamed and the fever starts again?"

Yan Qing raised her eyes and looked at her, her eyes were a little darker.

"Don't worry, I've always been in good health."

Xiaoba retracted his hand, and his soft and soft fingers rubbed against his face, causing itchyness.

She snorted.

"I feel sorry for you."

Yan Qing took a breath and pulled the button again.

Xiao Bayi was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Qing stood up and picked up the sword next to him.

"It's nothing, I just feel that my discussion with the Ninth God Messenger was still unsatisfied, so I should continue."

Xiao Bayi looked confused.

"ah?"

Still going?

She drove everyone away.

She then stood up and subconsciously pulled Yan Qing's sleeve.

"You really want to go out? Not hurt yet-"

"It doesn't matter if my injury is already healed."

Yan Qing tilted his head.

At this time, he turned against the light, and his handsome face was hidden under the light and shadow, bringing a little darkness.

He looked at her, and the light surging in his eyes, and after a moment, he opened his mouth.

The voice is a little low and dumb.

"But I'm afraid of breaking my promise."
Chapter completed!